Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.